The Chinese know how to live: corrupt officials,
Seafood caught fresh from the sea,
Drunkenness celebrated in poetry.
It’s a plan that works well.
Heavenly poetry living where beggars dwell.
Poetry for drunks, the poor, the blind
So eventually all of these become refined.
Write your poetry to one who broke your heart
And hates you. Don’t throw her back in the sea.
Love her anyway. Drunk. Corrupt. And shit, don’t forget I’m here.
Don’t forget about me.